Possibly, although, I wanted to tie it all up into a neat little package, minus the possibility of excessive gore. Besides if it were ever adapted to film, I wanted to spare the f/x man all that messy catsup.

I'm not exactly sure where this one came from. Perhaps, it might have wandered in from left field.

Betrayed- A One Act Play

The Player- John Powell, an editor of a multi-million dollar publishing conglomerate.
Scriber- His wife of 3 years.

Curtain rises up to reveal a domestic scene. One man and a women are sharing a candle-light dinner.The man is elegantly attired. The woman, on the other hand, is shabbily dressed. The mood is decidedly... pensive, contrary to the romantic setting.

John: I took the liberty of making a few (ahem)... adjustments to my will.

Scriber: Is there anything I should be privy to, dear? She half-whispers the words, whilst contemplating the obsidian-like blade of her glittering Ginsu dinner knife. 1 comment

John: Nothing to be alarmed about, my sweet, I assure you.

Scriber: Of course, the pre-nup details remain the same...right?...beloved?

John: Of course, as long as we remain together.

Scriber: I have fantastic news! She almost drops...her chop, in feverish excitement. 1 comment

John: Oh, and what would that be? I certainly could use some, what with all the rat-race of keeping a roof over our heads.

Scriber: I'm preggers!

John: (Stupified silence)

Scriber: Well...what?

An evil grin begins to darken John's work-weary visage.

Scriber: Yes..Jon..what is it? Pray tell!

John: Well..well,well...haven't you been a busy girl?

Scriber: Jon...whatever do you mean?

Jon: My dear, you must realize, that I am quite impotent! As sterile as sterile can be. I couldn't sire, if my millions depended on it. Pass the gravy...train...,I mean, the H-P sauce, won't you, my dear?

Scriber: But, what about all those promises...our children...the dowry..the...millions...???